We brought all the corpses from the ambush site with us to Kannadi – Thugs, dacoits, and sepoys. All Hindus, good or bad, are cremated; the ritual p...esided over by a Brahmin. To my astonishment it was Havildar Chakhrabhati who conducted the ceremony. A pyre was built and doused in oil – palm oil, I was informed. The corpses were then stacked like firewood in a grate, with the bodies of the three sepoys resting atop of the heap.After some chanting and praying led by Chakhrabhati the pyre was lit. When she regained her breath, she tied the rope to the sides of the halter, fumbling in the darkness to tie the knots. When she was satisfied that they wouldn’t slip loose, she looped the rope over the mule’s head to form a makeshift bridle. Hauling herself onto his back was no easy task, especially since it was now dark enough that she couldn’t see what she was doing. The sucking mud and her heavy skirts combined to thwart her efforts, and the mule had a nasty habit of sidestepping just when. “Yes, god yes I’m a slut. Please, fuck this dirty slut.”And so he did.“Mhhmmm ... Can I see your ID again please?”Lisa held out the fake ID, supposedly belonging to one Megan Jones, a fledgling researcher. That identity had been built up over the past couple days, though the actual documents had been purchased by a friend of Jessica’s. The ID should be ok. It was the access pass that worried her. That had been a quick forgery by Conrad, though it seemed professional enough to her.The guard. One time Jamie Lynn and her sister had been snuggled up in front of the fire place and they had both fallen asleep with Jamie Lynn on Britney’s lap and with both girls only wearing light panties and T-shirts. Jamie Lynn had woken up and her little nipples were so hard that they had begun to actually hurt, hurting so bad that it had woken her up from her peaceful sleep. So she had started rubbing her tiny breasts against her sister’s much larger ones as a desperate need filled her and she began.